A bunch of wrestling fans have trained themselves to do stunts and created the The Philippine Wrestling Revolution.
In a dingy boxing arena at the top floor of often-forgotten Makati Cinema Square, behind tiangge stalls selling Louis Vuitton knock-offs, I’m perched on a monobloc chair sandwiched between rows of random sweaty bodies. The air is running thin and humid. It reeks of testosterone, as around 500 virile geezers stomp on cement floor, turned on by the intrepid but scripted violence taking place on-stage.
Originally published in The Philippine Star.
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